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destination-despairing · 5 years ago

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It’s February and I’m supposed to be writing for the Butterfly Effect AU but I got a request and I’m kinda proud of this

Sonia had done her best, and it showed.

No one had really felt up to the holiday with so many of their friends still asleep, with the memories of despair so close behind them like pursuing wolves. However, Sonia refused to let the day pass without a chance at making her friends smile for just a moment.

Kazuichi and Akane were eating and talking, at one point Akane punched his shoulder and he whined and complained. Sonia was helping Ibuki acclimatize, putting a plastic cup in her hand and giving her a warm smile. It was a small gathering, but Ibuki’s presence had bolstered their hope that their friends would come back to them. She was their gift this year, and it was obvious that the mood had been lifted.

Well, almost lifted.

Fuyuhiko was leaning against the wall, watching the party as it progressed into the night. He chuckled at Kazuichi’s complaints, and then his eyes fell on the lone figure in the corner of the room.

Izuru had been alone most of the time they’d been awake, aside from when Fuyuhiko forced his company on him. He was quite aware that his failure to return as Hajime made the others sad, and honestly he barely found himself caring. He didn’t care about their worried looks, or the alcoholic drink in his hand that Sonia had begged Makoto to sneak in for them despite their current recovery and medication, he didn’t care about the holiday.

He was waiting until fifteen minutes had passed, after that point no one would notice him slip away and his presence will have been noted.

The seconds ticked away in his internal clock until it was time to go. He set his cup aside and headed for the door.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Fuyuhiko grabbed his wrist.

Izuru turned and looked at him blankly.

“You’re not going to go sit alone in the dark tonight of all nights, it’s fucking depressing,” Fuyuhiko said. “Sip your drink and talk to someone, Sonia worked hard on this.”

“... I’m bored,” Izuru muttered.

“You’re not trying,” Fuyuhiko pointed out.

Izuru considered this, brow furrowing. “What should I try?”

Before Fuyuhiko could answer, his ears were suddenly assaulted by Ibuki’s voice, a rare moment of excitement for the most recent recovering remnant.

“Oh! There’s a yakuza and an assassin under the mistletoe!” she shouted across the room, a grin spreading across her face.

Fuyuhiko looked up and yep, that was mistletoe.

“D-damn it, that doesn’t count!” he said, blushing.

“Of course it counts!” Sonia said, just happy to see Ibuki finally acting like her old self. “It is custom!”

“Don’t be a pussy!” Akane shouted. “Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Kazuichi joined in on her chant, then Ibuki, then Sonia.

“I-I’m not doing anything! Shut the fuck up!” Fuyuhiko spluttered. He turned to storm off and was surprised when Izuru’s lips connected with his. His wide eyed surprised quickly turned to closed eyed bliss as he went warm and felt a spark that flitted down to his chest. When Izuru pulled away Fuyuhiko was twice as red as before and blinking in surprise.

“I tried,” Izuru said, face unreadable.

“W… what?” Fuyuhiko huffed. “You j-just… you wanted to just do a holiday thing so you could see if it wouldn’t bore you, huh?” he accused, feeling his heart drop. Of course it hadn’t been for his sake, of course not. “I need some air!”

Fuyuhiko stormed out, leaving an awkward silence behind him. Izuru watched him go, his expression bordering on uncertain.

Fuyuhiko paced the hallway, hating the little tears that kept springing up in his eye like being used by a guy was something worth crying about after all he’d gone through. Eventually, his pacing caused him to run right into Izuru, bumping against his chest.

“What the hell are you doing here, bastard?” he scowled.

Izuru frowned, he had a hand behind his back. He pulled it forward, holding the mistletoe he’d stolen over Fuyuhiko’s head.

“I wanted to try… again,” he said, hoping his intent was clearer this time.

“What do you…?” Fuyuhiko sighed, then laughed. “Back for more? Alright.”

Izuru actually smiled, an honest real smile, it was so small it might not have been noticed if Fuyuhiko hadn’t been paying very close attention to his lips.

They were very nice lips, and Fuyuhiko would know. They spent quite a bit of time standing there in the hallway, Izuru eventually dropping the mistletoe so he could put his hand on the small of Fuyuhiko’s back and draw him closer as his kiss grew hungry and honest. During one moment of parting for breath, Fuyuhiko noticed Izuru was blushing, his eyes were half lidded and focused entirely on him.

“Hmph.” Fuyuhiko took ahold of Izuru’s tie, pretending to straighten it while really bringing him closer. “So much for the party.”

“I enjoy this more,” Izuru said, letting himself be pulled in.

#kamukuzu #kuzukamu #what is their ship name??#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #izuru kamukura #fic #this is largely based off a concept Sierra and I have been talking about #where Hajime doesn't come back right away if at all #and Fuyuhiko sees Izuru isolating and knows what that's like and just follows him around forcing friendship on him

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